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Long poem by dennis jones | Details

The Explorer


...and then just as suddenly, constellations appeared in a daytime sky, framed by white pines crawling with multicolored caterpillars.  So from this day forward, they would search the sky for more star pictures. They then would draw pictures of what they saw with a mixture of ash and spit on their fingers on pink leaves that fell to the ground. They would all participate in the gathering of pink leaves, which they stitched together forming blankets to cover their humble homes, and their village had a pink glow.  Their homes were as nests, or more similar to large hammocks, consisting of branches and bark lashed together with vines suspended from the heavy limbs of the tree canopy.  Their homes swayed in a light breeze, creaking as they moved, and were festooned with blue, red, yellow and purple feather plumes, floral chains, sea shells and gemstones; along with the pink leaf blankets they resembled some extraordinary species of giant hanging flora, which attracted a variety of butterflies, and many small rodent-like creatures ran about. There was much activity in the trees above as they would hop from limb to limb, and home to home, visiting with neighbors and conversing through animated head, facial, hand and body gestures, with much whooping, or whistling sounds, their whole person seemed engaged in conversation.  It was a wonderful and amazing sight to behold, I found the scene so engrossing that I immediately wanted to leave all that I've known behind and immerse myself in their uniquely intimate culture.  I felt as though I'd discovered a new home.

Throughout my journeys I had completed several small drawings and paintings of the various sites that I'd seen, and reasoned that this might be a fine way to communicate and introduce myself, as I was sure they would recognize what I had put down on paper.  I set down my pack and retrieved my paper and pencils from within. I settled against a tree and began to sketch the scene before me.  Soon the noise and activity from the trees above grew quiet, and as I looked up the entire village had come out to the tree limbs and watched in silence as I worked on the drawing.  Then, as if on command, they all descended from the trees and surrounded me in an instant. The speed at which they moved in unison startled me, but I soon discovered there was no threat.                    

As they huddled around me, softly whistling to each other, they held open one hand to reveal a wriggling brightly hued caterpillar. Then they each blew a light breath over the creatures, and it melted into a moving, shifting pool of color in the palm of their hands.  They each dragged a finger through the color, and raising their arms, with a colored finger extended; they held it to the sky.  In the next moment they each bent over me, and wiped the color on the drawing that I had begun. To my astonishment the color moved across the page completely on its own. New worlds opened up, revealed to me, as their spectral markings merged together into watery pools, then formed drips, streams, rivers with rapids, waterfalls, and gorges emptying into estuaries, seeking their own path of least resistance as gravity pulled this way and that, and then churning, and bubbling up in clumps, oozing off the surface in a tremendous mountain slide.  I saw the opened shape of a mouth, or a great hole in the earth, which I looked deep into and could feel and see myself looking back, then puckered, shut tight, blending and separating like ever changing oil on water, flares would rise up from below and burn for a time until they subsided; then cracked into an infinite array of minuscule fissures becoming a frozen ocean, solid and immoveable in a kind of death.  As I watched, it seemed as though hours had drifted by, which I soon realized were mere seconds. 

Copyright © dennis jones | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Where Poets Rule

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose....
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
              Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore of the poet?
Refined prose?
Beautifully flowing style and structure?
Artistic elegance
or truth of content?

Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?

Of course it must be both,
symbiotically fertilizing and farming each incubating embryo,
functioning and forming creative language,
an expression of intuited deduction,
refinement toward exegetically known and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical analogy
ecology
economy of linguistic order,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing functional flow and forms
through right-brained regeneratively intuited
proportional and aesthetic octave polycultured memory,
dream-dancing DNA.

What evolves and seeds
plants and pulls
harvests and winnows language,
thought,
understanding and learning,
comprehension and mentoring orthopraxis,
ecotherapy and healing
rationality and polypathic sanity?

This optimally sustaining
revolutionary bipolar meaning
for graceful living
and breathing
and healing poetry,
enculturates as metaphysically expressed
through universal laws of language
and cooperative economics,
trans-actively mutual mentoring love,
as words teach us what we think
and thoughts inspire our Way (Tao) 
toward optimally inclusive expression.
Meanwhile poetry evolves physically incarnating
through global dancing and singing
in full octave ringing circles
of energy and organic-spiral dynamic mass,
coincident communion.

Poets conduct dancing lyrics of life through death,
decompositioning regeneration.

Poets prehend self-governance structures
in ways of light more enlightened
than competing partisan pedantry;
which may not be saying much for poets.

Transliterating Laotse on "Rulers":
Of the best public administrators
    The people only have faith,
    prehend, that they exist,
    or did way back in the day;
The next best they love and praise:
    the comprehensively wise polypaths 
    with CQI regenerative well-being outcomes.
The abusive  and tyrannical next they fear;
    powerful fools.
And the neglectful next they revile and ridicule;
    weak and humorless fools.

When poets do not command the people's faith,
Some will lose faith in them,
And then they resort to oaths!
But, of the best,
those wisely compassionate cooperative poetic-rulers,
    when their outcomes are optimally accomplished,
    their full-octaved permacultural design word work done,
The folks all remark, 
    "We have written and told and danced, 
    lived and breathed,
    colored and cultured it ourselves."

It is no more or less feasible
to have a mutually subsidiary 
and cooperative design and development
sociopathic CEO,
than it is to find a wise and holy
competitive hoarder of wealth and power.

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose.

Creation disguises,
yet implies,
teleology as ecologic.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Carolyn Fish | Details

A Midsummer Night's Beach

When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
and brood
and revel
in what I thought was utter enlightenment
a teenage rebel
with dime-store refinement
We were all this way, and there is no shame
In the unchecked mind of us in our prime
The best nights of those
When the sea was calm and
The moon was out and
Blazingly bright, it would light up the night
Set the whole ocean glowing
Like a deep inky opal
Translucent abyss of black
Lightly flecked
With an iridescent waltz of electric blue, neon purple, alien green, and diamond white
It was on these nights
That I’d get in the water

By some stunning feat of abrasive wave action
Or possibly some secret dolphin magic
A tide pool would arise
A lagoon off the shore
Drifting and shifting over the course
Of a week, maybe two
Drifting out, drifting in
Widening out, slimming in
Shallow enough to sit in at dawn
Submerged to my neck at the day’s final yawn
Defiant of the perpetuity of the ocean at large
A toy trench off the shore
Spanning the length of a whale
Sometimes less, sometimes more
My own nascent Marianas
Never failed to provide
An off-shore haven where I could reside
These transient channels, clear and serene
Cut off from the rest of the sea
By a vast steppe of water, ankle deep
Separating me in my watery kingdom
Where no monstrous creature of the deep could reach
Out and out that plain stretched
(Only once did I test it)
Till that clean sandy bottom would begin its descent
Slowly at first, then quickly it went
Down to the unknown dark

Into a child queen of a tiny sea world, I’d transform
Springing up from the bottom of pulverized quartz
To shatter the surface between the water and the night
Send millions upon millions of droplets of brine
Glittering and spinning off into the night
I’d leap out my trench, onto that shallow plain
Sprint out to the edge of my earth and breathlessly gaze
out over the hidden deep
Reminded I’m only a guest
The ocean is neither mine nor yours to keep
Having drunk my fill of humility
I’d spin round
Fly back
Dive back down
Into my fleeting empire, my sea of tranquility
My throne resumed, I’d splash and play
With the smile of the summer Milky Way
Shooting out of the ocean, slicing the southern sky
The universe itself keeping a loving and watchful eye
As the earth showed me exactly who she was
No pretense
I’d dig my fingers into the satiny sand
And feel its realness
Every cell of my skin feeling the water rush across
As I coasted, submerged, along the bottom and lost
Myself from the rest of mankind
Then I’d rest my head back on that broad sandy mesa
Gaze up at my friends Scorpius, Aquarius, and Cassieopiea
Small ripples of water lapping at my temples

Barring defense of Descartes’ deceiving God
Not a thing in all the world could ever make me doubt
That every sensation that I felt
in those days
Was a whisper from the cosmos telling me about
The ways to be and
The ways to see and
All the states of mind that reveal
What is good, and true, and right, and real

Copyright © Carolyn Fish | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Frederic Parker | Details

Describing Change

The black moving night,a covering shawl
Circles the world before the golden dawn
While we underneath are always in awe,
of the changes in light we look upon
Beautiful colors appear from this change
And enter the eye of the artist's mind
As pages are filled, decriptions exchange
Poets write colored pictures to remind
The reds and blues depict from flowing quills
Give color to words across the pages
And though artist words will never fulfill
The colorful skies seen through the ages

Bow to the artist who paints the red sky
And for the poet's words , used to reply


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Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

FullColor Revolutions

We might
we must
we mightily engage color's radical invitation
toward democracy,
in which black camouflages equal opportunity,
creolizes equivalent enculturations
of diversity's tones and hues
and historic chilling cries.

We could thereby release
this collective stranglehold on white
as might
and right
or fight
absence of color's ecological transparency,
vulnerability becoming
whichever rhythms and patterns
and designs embraced by history's plutocracies,
aristocracies of inherited reasons
and power over multiculturing regard
for more nuanced beauty
as shading good and graduating vital
dense and high and deep and rich
refracting black's full unweaving potential
in wheels
and spirals,
octaves of transmorphing
resounding form
with fertile major and minor functions;
prime polynomials
and sublime notnot fully stretching spiral binomials.

Earth is no more
as simple as white over black
emerging from dualdark
before color-fractal light
than merely patriarchal competitions
or matriarchal cooperations;
color speaks and thinks,
resonates and resolves and reweaves
more richly promising
than polarizing extremes,
neither black nor white
possible
or probable
much less primary
without triaged enlightenment
inducting from within,
deducting with without,
hypostatic co-arisings
of sacred-secular
heavenly Light bespeaking Earth nutrition's humus
humming
singing
ringing left as ultra
with right as violet,
black dipolar light
less bright,
spilling shades of grey
to red and blue
yellow green
in-between
just right spacetime
ego-eco balancing
identities dipolar
inducting from embryonic matriarchs
deducing with wisdom's wealth of reasons
for and of
within and yet beyond
regenerating dipolar seasons
revolving revolutions,
time's color passing
passioning promise,
integrity of speciating spectral
hue and cry
time and pitch
resonant polypathic
polyphonic
polyculturing outcomes
polynomial Earth resolving
harmonics.

We are so statically
and strategically stuck
between exegetical polarities of black on white
and transparency of white supremacy 
over black opaque mysteriously unexplored
unappreciated
under-valued rich density,
matriarchs riding co-passioning patriarchs
and patriarchs overpowering matriarchs,
we miss robust complexity
midway between
where all our best and brightest
ecopolitical opportunity
awaits
our reawakening
full-color claims of freedom
strains of rights
blends of fearless liberty
gathering redolent resonance.

Each of us,
regardless of our position on Earth today
has emerged continuously from cooperative matriarchal embryonics
back through time,
across diversity of organic species,
on back to synergetically regenerate organisms
singing
ringing back as forth,
our polyphonic full-fractal spectrum between
within
beyond grey-scale lines
of black Yang fully interdependent
loving white Yin empty
potential
polypathic promise.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by anne p. murray | Details

Botticelli Dreams of Sweet Purple Calicoo - And You

Your image appears through a purple-hued haze of silence… 
weaving its whispered dreamy spell, while you re-connect the strings of my sleeping heart
You go about undressing my soul as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality
I hear the melody play it lonely tune ~ but, it is absent of the warmth of touch
For its only your image I see, my heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird 

My unknown lover, kidnapped by the makers of dreams and fantasies 
experiencing the uncertainty of the child that lies sleeping deep within 
Alone, with the clever artists of dreams and visions encountering the forever of my loneliness 
brushing off the blurred images with softly painted hues of repeated memories 
designed by the masters of dreams and schemes, sleeping to be hugged ~ dreaming to be loved

Oh yes... I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies
in the dancing reverie of the fragments of my reality, 
gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars
sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams gliding over shimmering evening skies 

In lavender scented breezes, I make my way through the night's crimson threshold
in starlit dreams that melt across ancient seasons
shimmering purple shades of shadows painted in serene,  pastoral Botticelli scenes

I sleep in soft billowy clouds, spreading my wings in God's peaceful heavens
my journey - painted in purple pastel colors of love...
peering through misty clouds and diamond stars by His Divine presence from up above 

They make their nightly visits into my fantasies, my thoughts
 painted by the makers and weavers of dreams, coming out of their secret, hidden places...
they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces 
lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss
My Botticelli dreams...softly swaddled in dream woven swathes of purple calico...
and you

The sweetness of long remembered thoughts tickles my memories in delicate ambrosial perfume...
redolent of lilac scented blossoms- each flower's fragrant sphere, lingering sweetly in the air
Ancestral shades drift in and out of what was... what might still be
singing their lavender effulgent melodies in lovely violet shades 
through soft, flowing wisps of dreams, lingering in meadows of glowing moonlight...
and you 

Your sweet scent, so succulent in lilac memories urging your return
they delicately float across my dreaming heart waiting so patiently for your sweet scented whispers
to wrap seductive chiffon fingers around my sleeping soul on Morpheus' silky crimson screens
across the evening's deep indigo blue horizon 

Between the cracks of earth and sky I succumb with on soaring wings toward your biding arms
catching falling stars in the mist of twilight whispers, where scarlet lilacs are sprinkled...
dreaming together of the end of our days
until your sweet love finds me neath’ the evening's indigo, starry art
painted in Botticelli dreams of purple calico...the delicate lavender wings of dragonflies ...
and you

Copyright © anne p. murray | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Muzahidul Reza | Details

Man Of Earth In Color And Art

Direct clay was turned into required elements
parts, sections, groups, classes in proportion
to set in every function in as pottery style,
osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage,
limes were to join each point of the body 
veins surrounded in and out of 206 bones
hard, soft, wide, length, fat, thin
setting by inner limbs, thick flesh and skin	
strong, elastic for the whole earthly life spent.

Souls were entered then through a breath
by the Creator to activate
the first human of three fourth water and rest the earth,
to run the heart with nerves and veins all,
blood plasma with blood cells through arteries
hollow, narrow, keen, strong, weak, soft all
from joint to joint, point to point, around and in of all units of all limbs
the parts of brain, liver, lung, kidney, from all the cells of all limbs 
up to the centre of genes bearing elements directly.

Thus first human was made,
then from a bone of him his mate came
for biological demands, growing humans they were sent to earth
from heaven which is anti-defecating, reproducing, regenerating spot.

Then on from a drop of semen full of sperm
combining with ovum develops a limb in female’s womb that grows 
within a short long process of 10 months
with the same limbs all humans come.

In each species a pair came first in times and terms
then the system reproduction comes,
a sparrow need not turn into fish or a fish into monkey
at different stages the figures of the beings changed
they need not transform from one to other 
beings’ history says that from first to us.

Earth supplies with things they need
eating, using, wearing, housing and more,
mothers eat food, drink water babies suck mothers’ essence of food,
the ancients wore barks, leaves, ate flesh
from the same nature we wear cloths, eat meat.

Thing lasts as soon as its limes join the points
beings are mortal
several years they live then die
souls leave the bodies from where they came namely heaven,
bodies mix with earth again,
in the transitory world the symptoms refer
bodies are made of earth,
souls are unseen like air and ever immortal
work like everlasting seeds again and again circle, hence
they should less care of mortal bodies more of immortal souls.

Human beings are not the free agents like other animals
in the earth they are at the 3rd step of their journeys  
from heaven to womb to earth then to hereafter,
but most of them are oblivious of the conditions.

The earth is the centre on basis of works which ascertains the next position
good for good and bad for bad,
but for some unnecessary thinking they are devoid of necessary things
and have been men of earth in color and art
that is obviously leading them to their self tragedies.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz | Details

The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...

Copyright © Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Polypathic Paradigms

The more I read of systematic science and theology
the less logic I find in their continuing distinctions,
their supposed mutual immunity,
their difference without a difference.

They neither have multiculturally defined nor disagreed about point of Origin,
nor evolving destination toward Omega,
nor whether those two might be the same or different
in some dipolar-temporal way,
nor have we refined, nor co-arisingly resolved, all evolutionary creation stories in-between.

For me, their respective richness
is found where they most agree.
What science sees as Earth and Heaven's natural ecosystemic behavior,
religion transcends as Spirit of Intelligent Regeneration.

What Earth reveals as ecologic of natural systems,
the Heavens unveil as ecopolitical polycultural harmonics of con-science.
Religion calls to worship
what polypathic scientists love to wonder with, and in, and through
mysteries of dipolar co-arising nondual revolutions,
comprehending new economies of cooperatively empowering relationship
as never seen to love before.

Eros/Animus/Yang powers co-gravitational evolution
as Agape/Anima/Yin co-arises elational revolution.
DualDark Eros,
secret passions for blissful notnot union 
with sustainable longing/belonging integrity,
Janus face of ecopolitically positive pronomials,
Agapic Resolutions singing resonant constitutional anthems of primal unions,
dancing multicultural economies with politically full-powered rainbows
waving rings and strings of love's ecological plasmatic climate streams,
co-choreographing DNA/RNA Solidarity evolutions,
conjoining private pilgrimages within larger transpeciating regeneration stories
disguised as Thought Experiments, 
intuitive leading deductive eisegetical conjectures.

Anthrocentric bodies govern erotic/psychotic chemistries
as EarthCentric mind/memories govern agapic/nihilistic,
health/pathology, 
autonomic instincts of DNA/RNA fractal-holonic reweaving scriptures,
evolving cooperative/competitively 
resonant/dissonant 
regenetic languaged consciousness of ecological analogies,
scientific-heuristic distinctions between dialectal now and polypathic next
experiential difference
tipping/notnot-tipping scales of synergetic correlational love 
v continuing mutual-integrity of nondual negative-correlational definition.

Whether speaking of science or religion,
politics or psychology,
where we discover LeftBrain regenerative interdependence,
we also RightBrain negatively co-relate degenerative (0) empty resonance,
absence of any cognitive-affective difference 
that could make a nutritionally regenerate/degenerate difference.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by R'shea Woods | Details

Did you Know

Did you Know???
	All I wanted to do was love, Care, and cater to you.
Color didn’t matter, you could a been Red, Green, or Blue.
It was your smile, your touch, the way you carried yourself that just gave me butterflies..
Like a warm breezy day after the rain, and all the clouds flouted away.
All the plans we’ve made to spend our life’s together, it was like a dream come true, I finally found love, which made my heart feel brand new….
Nothing could change that,” No matter how high or low”, I was set out to make this love work…
5’5 light brown engaged to this fine Hispanic 
Oh the looks we get whenever we went out as if I wasn’t from this planted.
Speaking only one Language I was so confused I didn’t then and I still don’t get what color had to do with how I felt about you.
Now that I’m up sitting in this cold room tears fall from my face I guess I should have let it out before, but why didn’t you ever stand up for me?
Your mother was cold and so bold, when she looked me in my eyes and said, I don’t like you because your black, you’ll never be good enough with this look of relief on her face.
I went for a walk I can’t stunt and I cried until those tears turned into anger, because how could you love me? How could this love last when you couldn’t even protect me from her daily put downs and harsh words.
I started to feel the light in me go out it was like she was trying to stab at my heart, but ended up damaging out my soul,…
My Family tried to warn me, yes this is true…
But I couldn’t I didn’t want to give up loving you, maybe it was my pride or maybe I figured over time it’ll change, but its going on three years and lover your family still looks at me the same, with shame.
If looks could kill smh I swear I know I wouldn’t be here all because I followed my heart and I never cared if you was red, Green, or Blue.. it was the love I have so strongly for you that I put up with so much bull.
I don’t wonna let go, but something has to change nine months from now I’m supposed to be sharing your last name. Two lives together forever babe, I wonna share my world with you without your family looking down on me, because of my race, its so much more to me then what’s skin deep..
I was always told not to judge a book by its cover come here babe take a set sit back in relax your feet cause itll take a lot more to get raid of me, so why not unwind and turn to the first page you never know what you read about me might just make you want to change your ways, I never cared what color a person was personality is everything…

Copyright © R'shea Woods | Year Posted 2016

Long Poems